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Rediscovering the Swan
Chapter 1
Bella
I awoke to the sound of my extremely boisterous brother Emmett pounding on my door like a mad man.
What the hell?
I could have sworn I told him to simply knock on my door last night not bang it off the hinges.
"Bellaaaa!" He shouted through the door. Strangely sounding like Marlon Brando in A street car named desire.
I groaned loudly and jolted out of bed, thoroughly pissed. I grabbed my glasses from the night stand, put them on and forcefully pulled the door opened. My big bear of a brother stood there; smirking like the jack ass he is. He was wearing a red plaid button shirt and black jeans; seriously looking like a watered-down version of the brawny paper towel guy. He looked at me up and down; taking in my frazzled appearance. Then he chucked lightly.
"Why don't you just kick my fucking door down" I growled
His smirk grew impossibly wider, at my tone. He always loved to antagonize me.
"Are you angry with me, belly button?" He teased
I glared at him, angrily. He knew I hated that nickname. My grand mother Marie use to call me that when I was younger. I didn't mind it so much back then; but as I grew up the shit just got embarrassing. Seriously, who the hell wants to be called belly button at the age of thirteen? Anyway, I banned the name from being used but Emmett occasionally says it to piss me off.
"Fuck You" I said and slammed the door in his face.
"Be ready in fifteen" He shouted through the door.
Fifteen? I walked to my mirror and looked at the hay stack better known as my hair. I groaned. There's no way I'll be ready in fifteen minutes.
"Twenty," I shouted, running a brush through my tangled hair and putting on a pair of jeans at the same time.
What can I say I'm a multi-tasker?
"Alright swan, twenty. But you better have your skinny pale ass downstairs in twenty." He said with mock authority, sounding like a drill sergeant.
I rolled my eyes and smiled. He maybe the worlds biggest kid and an even bigger douche, but he still my big brother and although I hate to admit it; I loved him to death. He was the only person I can count on. The only person who really cared.
"Yes sir, Yes sir" I shouted
He walked away from the door as I resumed dressing. I put on my black doc martens and a black band t-shirt. I tied the bottom in a knot since the weather was unusually warm. It was the middle of October and it still felt like September; not that I'm complaining. I hated the cold any way. I also hated the rain but unfortunately I can't do anything about that. I mean, Forks is the rainiest place in the continental U.S.
Once I finished dressing I trudged downstairs. I was exhausted. I was up all night studying. I had test in all my AP classes, which is English, history and biology. I seriously think all the teachers conspired against me. I mean, isn't it so fucking weird that the three most challenging classes on my schedule all have test. Call me crazy but that shit is just too much of a coincidence.
When I entered the kitchen I see Emmett seated at the table with a buffet in front of him. He had four pieces of toast, a big bowl of cereal, granola bar, a sliced orange and a tall glass of milk. I gaped at him even though this shouldn't surprise me. I mean, Emmett's fucking huge. I should expect his diet to be equally huge.
"Emmett, you really should consider getting a fucking job. I don't think Charlie makes enough to support your incessant eating habits" I said as I grab a granola bar from the shelf and poured me a glass of milk.
"I'm a growing boy little sis," he smirked, sporting a ridicules milk moustache "…and for your info I got a job," he smirked.
"Oh no! Please don't tell me you're going to be working at Newton's," I said wide eyed.
I seriously hated Mike Newton. He was a thorn in my ass. Emmett working at his parent's shop would not be fucking good.
He chuckled "Relax little sis, I'm not going to be working with you're boyfriend"
"Fuck you," I snapped.
"Aww sis, I love you too," he said as he devoured his food.
I flipped him the bird, washed out my glass and left the kitchen.
I walked down the hall, grabbed my green parka and back pack from the closet then put it on. Emmett came beside me and shrugged on his leather bomber jacket. He looked me over with distaste. I sighed, rolling my eyes.
Here we go again
Emmett hated the way I dressed. He said I dressed like I had an ever- lasting gift card from the local thrift shop; but I could care less. I liked the way I dressed. I was comfortable and the clothes fit my personality; bitchy and weird. His fashionista girlfriend Rosalie, who is the epitome of blond bomb shell, was always trying to convince me to wear stylish clothes, apply make-up and fix my hair; and I always respond by telling her 'go fuck yourself'.
"Got a problem, Hulk?" I arched an eyebrow daring him to insult me.
He lightly flicked my forehead and ran out of the house
Ass
I walked out the house and we hopped in his jeep. Then he pulled off.
"Yo sis today is going to totally kick ass," he said as he sped down the road.
I tightly gripped the seat, nervously. This jack ass seemed to have the need for speed.
"No, Charlie's going to totally kick your ass if you don't slow the fuck down. Now slow the fuck down" I demanded
The speed began to gradually reduce. I sighed in relief as my grip on the seat loosened.
"There. Are you happy now" He said
"Ecstatic," I replied "Now, Mr. Earnhardt. Why the hell are you so excited? "
"Haven't you heard? Two new students are coming to school today" He said
I rolled my eyes "Um, no. I don't really keep up with the gossip from the lame ass student body"
"Aww, C'mon sis, we're not lame. We fucking rock!" He pumped his fist in the air and I grabbed my seat nervously. If we die in a car accident, I'm going to come back from the dead and beat the shit out of his corpse.
"Whatever" I murmured
Emmett was really popular at our school. The girls drooled over him and the guy copied him. He was some-what of a god to the student body. They all looked up to him. He was also the star quarterback of our school's football team; The Spartans. He and his girlfriend Rosalie, who's a cheerleader by the way, ruled the school.
Me, on the other hand; I would be classified as a shadow. People rarely paid attention to me but I was always there. I was neither emo nor nerd; but I fit some where in between. I was a straight A student with no social life and a 'fuck you' attitude. I didn't really have friends just a few associates You know, people I speak to in passing or when I have to but other than that I'm pretty much a loner. Which I prefer anyway. I found the student body or 'Emmett's groupies' lame and fake. They were all full of shit; and like I always said I rather be by myself then around a bunch of phony motherfucker's.
The rest of the ride was filled with a comfortable silence. I leaned back on the headrest and yawned.
God, I can't wait until this day is over.
I didn't know I had fallen asleep until Emmett shook me awake.
"Bellaaaa!" he shouted, still shaking me.
"What the fuck Emmett," I pushed him on his shoulders "Are you trying to give me permanent brain damage?"
Emmett stopped shaking me and turned off his car.
"My bad, belly button. I just thought you should know, we're at school" He said
I glared at him "Great"
I looked out the window and we were indeed in the school parking lot.
Shit, I was tired. I just need at least one hour of sleep and I'll be o.k. Maybe if I'm lucky I'll get a nap or two in math and gym. God, I hope Mr. Miller is absent today.
When we got out of the jeep I immediately spot Rosalie and her twin brother Jasper walking toward us. Rosalie was cool but she was some-what of a bitch. Every girl in the school was scared of her. She took no shit and I liked that about her. When Emmett first began dating her we use to constantly go at it. She tried to intimidate me but I always put her ass in her place. Anyway, we became cool later on, because she respected the fact that I wasn't like those soft ass bitches that were scared shit-less of her. Now jasper; he was a strange motherfucker, and that says a lot coming from me the queen of strange. He looked exactly like Rosalie; in other words he was hot. I don't know what it is about him but he creeps me the fuck out. He's really quiet and he's always watching people. It's like he's trying to figure everyone out. Which doesn't make sense because I told him on more than one occasion 'Fuck them, their all lames' but he just kept watching and observing. After a while I said fuck it; if he wanted to fucking gawk at people like a psycho be my guest.
When they reached us, Rosalie jumped in Emmett's arms and they immediately began playing tongue twister. Eww, like I want to see that disgusting shit. Jasper stayed behind her and silently nodded his head in greeting. I nodded back and murmured 'weirdo' under my breath.
When Rosalie and Emmett finally broke apart. I sighed in relief.
"Thank Christ. I thought I was going to have to take a trip to the local church to get my eyes flushed with holy water" I said.
Rosalie wrapped her arm around Emmett's waist and turned toward me
"Yeah, it figures you'd want to run to a church. You are after all a Virgin Mary"she smirked
That bitch. Taking jabs at me for still playing the V-card.
"O.k. so you want to talk biblical, huh. At least I'm classified as that Mary instead of the other," I retorted
Emmett and Rosalie cocked their eyebrows; clearly lost. Jasper, who stood behind them, was trying really hard to hide the grin on his face. He knew what I was talking about. I heard he's really into history and shit.
"Mary Magdalene" I said, hoping that they would get a clue.
They stood there dumbly; looking at me like I had a third head.
I huffed "Jesus fucking Christ! She was a prostitute…o.k., a whore, a slut, a skank, a hoe, an easy lay, a…"
"Are you calling my girl a hoe?" Emmett asked
"Ugh! Fuck it, I'm out of here. Shit, a girl can't even give a decent come back" I said as I stormed toward the school.
Rosalie chuckled "I love you too, Bells" she shouted.
I flipped her off "Bite me"
I quickly made my way through the crowds of students and entered Forks high. I ignored the giggles and snorts made by a group of girls I passed. Fuck them! Who cares what they think. Half of those bitches are going to end up trapped in this town, bare foot and pregnant with a baby daddy that's fucking their neighbor, anyway.
Losers
I had big dreams for myself. As soon as I graduate, which is in another year; I'm getting the fuck out of this town. I want to attend a university far from this shitty town. Maybe north western or Yale maybe Dartmouth; damned if I know. All I know is I wanted out. There's absolutely no reason for me to stay here.
I walked down the hall and finally made it to my locker. I took my math books and supplies out of my bag then threw my coat and the rest of my stuff in the locker. I had Math first period; Mr. Miller. God I hope he's absent today. He's been out last week due to some kind of rash on his skin. I personally think its some type of herpes because this shit has been going on for years. Every couple of months he gets these disgusting looking hives on his face. Then he's absent from work for about a week. Call me crazy, but I see a fucking pattern there.
Before I closed my locker I made a mental check list of everything I needed for first period. Notebook- check, Textbook- check, Calculator- check, protractor -check, Pen and pencil- check.
Alright, I seemed to have everything.
I turned to walk down the hall to Mr. Miller's class but I was abruptly knocked down, by what felt like the entire football team - Emmett included. The wind was knocked out of me. My glasses, books and supplies went skidding across the linoleum.
O.k. now…I'm thoroughly pissed.
Since I could see a little good without my glasses on, I found them in no time. I placed them on, ready to hand this jerk his or her ass. That is until I looked up and finally saw the culprit, who was kneeling over me. He took his hat off and ran his fingers through beautiful bronze hair.
"Aww, shit. I'm so sorry. Are you alright?"
I blinked twice, just to make sure my eyes weren't deceiving me; because the culprit was in fact male and he was….how do I say this…fucking hot.
"Hey…can you hear me? Fuck… are you alright?" He asked again
I finally got my bearings and stood up abruptly. I menacingly glared at the hot asshole.
Who the fuck did he think he was; pushing me.
"You…fucking…asshole" I growled, lowly
He stood erect and shrunk back at my hostile demeanor. Yeah, be afraid. Be very afraid
I was momentary shocked at how tall he was. He was clearly 6'2, which is probably average for a man and nothing out of the ordinary. But he looked so much shorter when I was on the ground.
I slowly walked up to him, like a lioness on the prowl. The halls were cleared out since the final bell rang about ten minutes ago. Good, there be no interruptions. The culprit or hot-asshole backed up against some lockers.
Ha! No where to run now
I internally did my best villian laugh, which was currently Ursula the sea witch from the little mermaid and stared hot-asshole right in the eyes. I was shocked momentary again by his green eyes. They were so vibrant, intense and beautiful. I immediately shook my head and dismissed those those thoughts. So what if he's hot, so what if he had pretty eyes and hair; because that hot, pretty-eyed asshole just pushed me on the ground. And he will feel my fucking wrath.
Once I was face to face, or face to chest with him; I roughly pushed him against the locker and he banged his head.
"Oww," he said rubbing the back of his head.
"Serves you right, asshole. You think you could just walk around pushing people around. Well, news flash motherfucker - I'm not the one. I will fucking chew you up and spit you the fuck out, you peace off shit and don't ever think about retaliating because my brother will fucking annihilate you scrawny ass" I shoved against the lockers and he banged his head again; this time harder.
"Oww….shit. What the fuck is you problem? No one pushed you on purpose" he seethed, glaring at me.
"Oh really, asshole. Well do you care to explain how the fuck I ended up on my ass, silding across the floor like I just had a run in with the fucking 49ers" I asked
He pushed his self off the lockers, which caused me to back up. He towered over me; staring daggers.
"Well, maybe - just maybe I was running late to class and I had absolutely no idea where I was going then I accidentally ran into a girl, who clearly has fucking anger issues" He retorted "Have you even considered that before you went off on you psychotic rampage"
Ohhhh
I took another look at hot-asshole and realized I didn't recognize his face. He was not one of the usual lame assholes, who tried to occasionally get a rise out of me by acting like a dick. He was a new lame asshole. New, as in new student.
Shit! Now I feel like crap. I just lashed out on the new kid who accidentally knocked me down because he was running late to class and he had no idea where it was located.
Shit
What the fuck was I suppose to do now?
Well, I'm not apologizing. Hell to the no! Apologizing is a sign of weakness, and I will not have the new kid thinking I'm some weak push-over that he could talk shit to.
Not in this fucking life time.
He looked at me with a satisfied smirk; looking awfully fucking cocky.
Cocky and hot. Cocky-hot.
Oh my god. I'm seriously fucking disturbed
I squared my shoulders and looked him right the eye, ready to wipe that smirk off his pretty face.
"Well…um…watch where the fuck you're going next time. These halls are too fucking narrow,"
He stared at me mouth agape and I took that moment to pick my things off the floor.
With one final look at hot-asshole, who was staring at me incredulously. I turned on my heels and headed to class. I faintly heard the sound of feet stomping harshly across the linoleum; in the opposite direction.
Somebody's angry
Who gives a shit if he's angry? Fuck him. I'm sure he's just like the rest of these lame assholes. He'll fit in here just perfectly.
When I finally reached my math class I sent a silent thanks to God, Jesus, Buddah, Allah and any other religious entity who may be up there.
Mr. Miller was absent
I walked into the classroom completely inoring the glares I received from the sub and students. They could all kiss my ass. Once I made it to my desk I immediately flopped down, placing my head on desk.
Mrs. Whatever-the-fuck-her-name is huffed then turned back to the chalkboard. I started to get drowsy and faintly heard her say some shit about taking notes and pop quiz tomorrow.
Who gives a fuck; I'll just get the notes from Angela after class. But right now, all I need to do is sleep.
And sleep, I did.
Edward
What the hell was that chick's problem?
I told her it was an accident and she still couldn't give me an apology, after she banged my head not once but twice on the lockers.
Some first day this was turning out to be.
Today I woke up actually excited about coming to school. It was a new school in a new town and I couldn't wait to explore and discover my new environment - preferably the female population. But as I got out of bed I noticed something pink and shiny on my toe nail that looked awfully a lot like nail polish. A closer looked show me that it was indeed nail polish. I seethed. That fucking pixie was so dead! I dressed quickly leaving my shoes and socks off because there was no way I was going out with that shit on me.I walked down stairs and banged on her door. When she opened the door her eyes immediately zoomed in on my feet; she murmured 'pay backs a bitch' and started laughing.
I should have been expecting some sort of pay back after I put food coloring in her shampoo last week; but that didn't make me any less angry. I'm a dude, for Christ sakes. She could have a least put some whip cream inside my shaving can or some shit like that.
I pushed pass her, snatched the bottle of remover off of her dresser and wiped that pink shit off my toe. When I was done I quicky went upstairs and put on my socks and sneakers.
Ten minutes later Esme knocked on my door to annouce that my breakfast was ready so I followed her downstairs to the we entered the kitchen my pixie sister was already seated; eating a bowl of cereal.
"Good morning, Edward" she smirked
I pulled out a chair and began eating my breakfast. Completely ignoring her.
Carlisle entered the kitchen, smiling with a cup of coffee in his hand. He kissed Esme on the cheek and ruffled Alice's hair.
"Dad!" she whined "You do not touch a girl's hair. I spent hours perfecting this master piece"
He chuckled and leaned against the counter, then turned his attention to me.
"Good Morning, son," He smiled
"Morning Car- I mean dad," I said as I stood up and place my dish in the sink.
"Are you ready for your first day," He asked, gazing at me intently.
I ran my fingers through my hair "As ready as I'll ever be," I replied
He looked at me sternly with that 'no bullshitting' expression "Now Edward, this is a new start for you. So don't disappoint me o.k.? You're a senor and you must graduate; do you understand?"
Here we go again. I've been hearing this speech for three days now; and frankly it's getting a little sickening. Alright, so I pulled a couple of pranks at my old school and skipped a few classes. What's the big deal? It's not like I committed a murder or anything.
I rolled my eyes "I know, I know"
He pointed at me "I mean it Edward. If I see one bad report card or get one call from school; that's it, I'm taking your car"
My eyes widened at that threat. Fuck, no
"Alright dad. I hear you loud and clear. No fucking around this time"
Shit, I'll join the fucking choir as long as I get to keep my car.
"Language" Esme scolded.
"Sorry Mom"
"Excellent" said Carlisle with a smile back on his face "Now, I think it's time you get to school. We wouldn't want to be late on our first day, now do we son?
Hell no. I can not lose my car.
I sighed "No, dad"
Alice walked over to our parents and kissed them both on the cheek.
"Love you Mommy, love you daddy" She said, sweetly. They both smiled and I rolled my eyes.
Such a little ass-kisser
"Alright my darlings have a good day today" Esme smiled
Shit, I hope.
When I pulled up in the school parking lot it was swarming with students. I quickly scanned the parking lot hoping to come across a group of slackers. I needed some pot; and slackers were the only group of people that would have access to some.
"What are you looking for" Alice asked, bending her legs and placing her feet on my seat.
"Get your feet off my seats" I growled
She huffed and place her feet down and I resumed scanning the crowd. Damn it, where the fuck are they? Every school had them. They hung in groups and they were always wasted. You couldn't miss them.
"You still didn't tell me. Who or what are you looking for?" she asked, applying lip gloss on her lips.
"Slackers, alright. I'm going to seriously need some pot when this day is over" I said, irritably as I placed my beanie on my head and zipped up my jacket.
"Eww, I can't believe you're still going to smoke that shit. You know, it can cause immense damage to your brain cells" she stated, like she was the fucking surgeon general.
I rolled my eyes "Listening to you damages my brain cells" I murmured.
As I looked through the crowd I couldn't help but notice the limited amount of attractive females at Forks high. I mean they weren't butt-ugly they just were lacking in the 'Hot' department. They all looked to plain and forgettable, and that's not really my style.
"Oh, my god" Alice suddenly said. She unbuckled her seat belt and got out of the car quickly. I followed suit. She leaned against the car, staring at something with a dazed look in her eyes.
"Alice. What the fuck?" She didn't even respond. She just continued to stare at whatever-the-fuck she was staring at. I looked in the crowd, hoping to come across something 'oh, my god' worthy, but came up short.
"Alice…"
"Right over there. Five o' clock tall blond and absolutely beautiful" she said, nodding her head in the direction.
I took a look in her direction and saw a gorgeous blond statuesque girl, wearing a ruby colored sweater dress. Hm, looks like I found Alice's five o'clock. And I might add my future conquest, because she's clearly the hottest chick in this school.
"Yeah…she's hot Allie. But I didn't take you for the carpet munching type" I smirked
She slapped me on the back of my head "Not her, Assward. Him"
She pointed to the guy next to the blond hottie and he was indeed tall, blond, and he looked a lot like the chick next to him. Especially with his short wavy hair hanging loosely. He must be her brother or something.
"Oh…you're talking about that douche" I said, pointing to the guy.
She slapped me on the back of the head again and I glared at her.
"Damn it, Alice. Stop fucking hiting me"
"Well don't call him a douche. He's…a god" she said staring at the guy like he's Jesus or something.
I rolled my eyes "Well he looks like a douche. I mean, look at the guys hair. He looks like a chick. Better yet a mop" I chuckled.
"Well I think it's sexy" she replied
"Yeah you would pixie" I ruffled her hair and she batted my hands away.
I watched disappointingly as the blond hottie A.K.A my future conquest ran into the arms of some big burly looking guy, and made out with him.
Damn I guess the one hot chick is taken.
As I watched burly guy unabashedly grope hottie's ass, and might I add what nice ass it was. My eyes immediately zoomed in on a weird emo- looking chick standing with burly, hottie, and douche.
Shit they Sound like the three fucking stooges
I chuckled at that thought as I watched weird, emo-chick storm away from the stooges and give them the finger, clearly pissed. Hm, I wonder if she knew someone with some pot. I mean emo's liked to get high too. Their all about, fuck life and establishment. Right?
I'll find some pot even if it kills me.
"C'mon Edward. We got go inside" Alice suddenly said, walking toward the school.
I raked my hair and sighed, following behind her.
Just as I was about to walk inside the school; I came across some dude with blood red eyes, looking stoned as fuck. He was wearing clothes that were apparently too big for him, leaning on the wall next to the entrance. He was standing next to another dude with a long wool coat and a blond pony tail. Everything about this guy said dangerous; from the way he glared at the male student body and how they would shrink away, to the way he constantly held his hands in his pocket.
Just looking at the two-some; I already knew who they were.
A slacker and his dealer.
I slowly approached the two-some. Blond pony tail dude raised his hand, halting my movements. He nodded his head to the left so I followed his direction.
How the fuck does he know what I want? Do I have that shit written on my forehead?
I walked through some lush bushes that concealed me from the school and waited.
Three minutes later blond pony tail dude came through the bushes smirking.
"Alight…what can I do for you" he asked
"Give me two bags" I stated, pulling out my wallet.
He arched an eyebrow "two bags of what? Coke?"
My eyes widened "Fuck no man. I don't do that shit. I just want pot…weed"
Coke was a fucking no, no.
He smirked "Oh, Why didn't you say so?"
He dug into one of his many pockets and pulled out two bags of pot. I reached for it and he snatched his hands back quickly.
"Ah, ah, ah…money first" I rolled my eyes and placed the money in his hand.
This guy has fucking thrust issues, but I guess in his line of work that's to be expected.
He gave me the pot and I turned to walk away.
Suddenly he grabbed my jacket in a vice grip "Where the fuck do you think you're going? You're five dollars short" he growled
I pulled away from him and he grabbed me tighter. I glared at the son-of-a-bitch and he glared back menacingly.
This guy was fucking insane.
"What! I always paid that amount in Chicago."
He scowled "Well this is not fucking Chicago, dickhead"
I dug into my wallet again and gave him a five. "Here, now get the fuck off of me" I growled
He released my jacket and smirked "Nice doing business with you…"
"Edward" I stated, still pissed off at the guy
"I'm James…and let me tell you Edward, that is the finest shit this Podunk town has to offer" he said as he turned and walked away.
I stood there and glared at his retreating figure dumbfounded and pissed.
This day is just getting shittier and shittier.
I entered the school ten minutes late. Fuck, I'm not getting my car taken away.
I looked at my schedule. English, Mr Berty room 135, and I started running. While I was running I realized I didn't know which direction to run in. Fuck! So I decided to turn a corner hoping to come across a lingering student playing hooky or someone who can help me. Instead I ran straight into someone, knocking them down along with their books.
I took a look at the person and immediately recognized her as the weird, emo-chick from the parking lot. She looked disoriented as she reached for her glasses. I kneeled down and leaned toward her, ready to apologize. But when she turned, my breath hitched as I gazed in her expressive brown eyes. She stared at me wide eyed, in a state of shock. I pulled my beanie off and raked my fingers through my hair nervously.
Why is she just staring like that? Did she hit her head?
"Aww, shit. Are you…are you alright?" I asked, apprehensively.
She didn't respond so I decided to try again.
"Hey can you hear me? Fuck…are you alright?" I asked.
As I waited for her to respond, my eyes flickered to her wavy brown hair. It was about waist length and flowed over her shoulders and back like a thick blanket. I couldn't help but find it appealing. I always had a thing for chicks with long hair. I thought it made them look more natural and ethereal.
She seemed to come out of her stupor, because all of a sudden she abruptly stood up and glared at me.
"You…fucking…asshole" she growled, lowly
I stood up and recoiled at her hostile attitude. Her pale face was tinged red from her anger and her fists were balled, at her sides. If she grew horns on the top of her head; she'd look like a beautiful devil.
I imagined her in a tight red suit holding a pitch fork, like that chick from bedazzled, as she sauntered up to me. She smirked an evil-looking smirk, and that completed my fantasy.
Weird emo-chick was kind of… hot
I backed up into a locker and she roughly pushed me, causing me to bang my head on the locker.
"Oww," I said rubbing the back of my head. Secretly, finding her hostile behavior a turn on.
"Serves you right, asshole. You think you could just walk around pushing people around. Well, news flash motherfucker - I'm not the one. I will fucking chew you up and spit you the fuck out, you peace off shit and don't ever think about retaliating because my brother will fucking annihilate you scrawny ass" She shoved me against the lockers and I banged his head harder.
What the fuck? She thinks I pushed her on purpose?
"Oww….shit. What the fuck is you problem? No one pushed you on purpose" I seethed, glaring at her. She maybe beautiful but accusing me of pushing her - a girl, on purpose pissed me the fuck off.
She crossed her arms, causing her shirt to ride up a little and her breast to bunch up in the most tantalizing way. I nearly drooled at the sight.
"Oh really, asshole. Well do you care to explain how the fuck I ended up on my ass, sliding across the floor like I just had a run end with the fucking 49ers"
Great. Now the she-devil is a fucking comedian.
I pushed off of the lockers, deciding to give her a taste of her own medicine. She automatically backed up and I towered over her. Her eyes widened in surprise. What, she thought she was the only one that could be intimidating?
"Well, maybe - just maybe I was running late to class and I had absolutely no idea where I was going then I accidentally ran into a girl, who clearly has fucking anger issues" I retorted " Have you even considered that before you went off on you psychotic rampage"
Her lips formed a perfect 'O' as realization dawned on her. Her lips were full and pouty and really…sexy.
Then she bit her lip in contemplation as I crossed my arm with a smirk; waiting for my apology. Because she sure as hell owed me one.
She gazed at me intently. Those beautiful chocolate eyes filled with determination.
"Well…um…watch where the fuck you're going next time. These halls are too fucking narrow,"
I stared at her mouth agape. What the fuck was that?
She owes me an apology. She knew she was wrong, but she clearly doesn't give a shit.
I was livid
Weird, hot emo-chick was a fucking bitch.
I stared at her incredulously as she picked up her things, turned and walked away. I couldn't believe that she just dismissed an apology to me.
I turned and started walking in whatever fucking direction I was walking in. I didn't give a shit. I was pissed. This day was turning out to be the fucking worst day ever. First, the fucking pixie polishes my toe nail. Then that fucking son-of-a-bitch dealer James, man handled me because he thought I was shorting him. Now, I'm thirty minutes late to fucking class because a psychotic she devil accused me of pushing her and refused to apologized when she realized it was an accident.
This day couldn't get any worst.
When I finally found room 135, a short-balding man emerged. He placed his hands on the door knob, preventing me from entering.
"Mr. Cullen?" he asked in a watered down English accent
I raked my fingers through my hair and nodded my head.
"I'm Mr. Berty your English teacher. Are you aware that you're thirty minutes late?" he said with irritation laced in his voice.
"Yes Mr. Berty, but…"
"And I come out here to find you roaming the halls, without a pass"
"Mr. Berty…"
"Save it Mr. Cullen. I'm no fool. I've already been inform of your past indiscretions, and let me tell you I will not tolerate tardiness"
"I understand that, but Mr. Berty…"
"I believe you have a phone call to make at the office"
What?
He must have noticed my confused expression because he smirked and said…
"You're father"
Oh fuck!…My car
Damn that hot emo-bitch.
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